North Norfolk Broads, September 2012 (1): Stalham to Salhouse by boat

 On the river Ant: passing the moorings at How Hill

With a long-awaited long weekend in the Lakes beckoning, the wet weather forecast for the north poured cold water on our plans. The Indian summer was continuing down south, however, so lovely Heather suggested something new: a boating break on the Norfolk Broads, a national park since 1988. Knowing I had another September weekend already booked for some Lakeland fell tramping and Jennings sipping, I agreed it was a great idea.

Growing up on the Arthur Ransome books, the Broads hold almost as much appeal as the Lakes for me. I've been exploring Swallows and Amazons territory every year since I was a kid, but this would be my first chance to really get to know the home of the Coot Club and the Big Six - and what better way to do it than from the water. With learning to sail still an unfulfilled ambition, we browsed the motor cruisers available at short notice and settled on 32 footer Ruby Gem, one of the smaller craft available that slept up to four people and seemed suitable for beginners, plus it had a sliding canopy at the front so we could enjoy the sun as we went...

Home for three nights: the Ruby Gem I at Stalham staithe

Arriving at Richardson's Holidays' yard at Stalham staithe, Ruby Gem's home port, we were well looked after and shortly began our 20 minute instruction session. The boat was fairly simple to operate and drive once you got used to the stern swinging out as you turned, and only parking presented any real difficulty. After loading up, we were off to our first port of call at the slow-sounding speed limit of 4mph, but this seems pretty fast when you're suddenly left in charge of your first boat! We'd arrived approaching 5pm, although pick-up starts from 2.30pm, so at this time of year we only had about two hours of light left to find somewhere for the night and were aiming for Ludham as it presented the first possible pub stop.

It was a beautiful evening as we left the boat yard and headed downstream along the River Ant, opening up to 6mph where the limits allowed. There was not much moving traffic but most of the obvious riverside mooring places were already taken. We took turns getting used to the feel of the boat whilst enjoying the sinking warm sun and the riverside scenery. Behind us we towed a small dinghy, swiftly christened Little Jack by Heather, for general mucking-about purposes. After about a half hour, the river opened up into our first broad, Barton Broad, and we dutifully stayed between the posts marking the deeper water and smiled like veterans at the Richardson's rescue boat towing a grounded cruiser out of the shallows. Barton also began to highlight just what wildlife opportunities boating would afford, with Mute Swan, Great Crested Grebe and various gulls all within arms reach as we sailed along and, as we re-entered the river at the south end, a Kingfisher flashed across to perch in an overhanging branch just a dozen metres away.

Sunset scenery between Barton & Ludham

Under a glorious sunset, we kept good speed up along the river, passing How Hill's staithe and National Nature Reserve. With dusk quickly approaching, we passed the very full moorings at Ludham, eased under Ludham Bridge and managed to squeeze on the end of a row of boats in the boat yard without sinking ourselves or anyone else. After a quick change, we tried to reach the nearby main road on foot but quickly realised we were trapped inside the yard...and so it was that we found ourselves in the dinghy, me rowing badly against the current in the dark through the boat yard to the bridge, before jumping out and running down the road to The Dog Inn and getting there with a minute to spare to order food! Dinner was good - I can recommend the liver and bacon casserole - and the beer excellent: we discovered the local Wolf Brewery and Heather got a taste for their wheat beer, Straw Dog. At a slower pace, we ambled back to the dinghy and Heather rowed us back to the Ruby Gem in the pitch black, only colliding with one (thankfully unoccupied) boat on the way.

After an admittedly poor night's sleep - the bed in the rear cabin is perhaps not great for anyone over 5ft 10" and a couple used to a super king size - we woke to the sun burning off a thin mist over the busy river. By 10am, after a quick breakfast, we were casting off and heading onwards down the River Ant, glancing at the map of navigable rivers and broads to see where we might head. A flock of 30 Lapwing milled around overhead as we passed Horning Marshes and approached the convergence with the River Bure.

Negotiating traffic on the River Bure

We turned west towards Horning; traffic was building now on a section of river that's not overly wide and we were pleased to have had some driving practice the evening before. There were obviously some other first timers; the boat in front of us was having some problems with straight lines whilst having to deal with a yacht tacking towards us - powered craft give way to sail so there's some judgement required in when to slow and when's a good opportunity to sneak past. The sun was warm and we were happy to pootle along at a slow pace, enjoying the fresh air, scenery and wildlife.

Keen to explore, we swung south into Ranworth Dam with half a mind to moor up and visit the village, but as Malthouse Broad opened up we could see the hard was quite full and, with doubts still about our parking skills, we decided to circuit around and head somewhere a little quieter.
 

NWT's Broads Wildlife Centre at Ranworth Broad

Southern Comfort paddle boat, near Horning

Quiet wasn't the definition for passing through Horning, however. It was Saturday lunchtime now and all the moorings were full, especially alongside the waterside pubs and restaurants. However, I thoroughly enjoyed this stretch: Horning is at the centre of Ransome's Big Six adventures and I was revelling in being on their turf, flicking through the Broads chapters in Christina Hardyment's own tracing of his footsteps in Arthur Ransome and Captain Flint's Trunk as we passed. There are some beautiful holiday homes along the riverfront and we found ourselves taking pictures of some to check out for future visits.

Looking east across Hoveton Little Broad

As we eventually passed the western limits of the village, we turned immediately north and into Hoveton Little Broad. Also known as Black Horse Broad after a pub that used to be nearby, this was a secluded and peaceful spot with a few boats moored up - including one of the eight surviving  traditional Norfolk wherries, Solace - and a sailing boat doing laps.


We found a space in the north-west corner of the broad, stopped, and dropped the front anchor. The breeze was light so the boat wasn't swinging much. After some lunch, eaten in the sun on deck, we decided to take the chance to practice our rowing, and took Little Jack for a spin. Afterwards, Heather relaxed on the boat with her Kindle and the camera whilst I rowed right around the broad (I needed the extra practice!).

Norfolk wherry Solace

Heather rows Little Jack, with Ruby Gem far right

After a couple of hours of relaxation, Sunday was wearing on and a decision on our evening stop was needed. The Bure was quietening now as the weekenders headed home and we motored 3.5km further up the river to moor in Salhouse Broad for about 5pm. There were lots of moored boats, especially at the little staithe on the south side, but little movement. We anchored well away from others in a corner near the wooded eastern shore, locked up and rowed Little Jack to one of a few sheltered coves on the southern shore.

It was a warm and sunny evening and we enjoyed a slow stroll along the south-east shore of the broad and then south for a few hundred metres on a public footpath to the Salhouse Road. From here it was a kilometre or so along the road to the Woodforde Brewery's home pub, the Fur and Feather Inn. I've been a Woodforde's fan since my first birding trip to Norfolk and, with the brewery just next door, the full range of ales was on tap - not ideal when you have even a short distance to walk and row back to your residence! I resorted to halves in order to give the range a good sampling... The food was also good, I tried their famous 3 hour steamed steak and kidney suet pudding and there were four veggie options for Heather to choose from.

Stomachs full and heads light, we wandered back, fell into the boat and into bed for a second night afloat.

Isle of Mull, October 2011

Otter at The Shielings, Craignure Bay

Just back from a two week trip to Canada, I was straight off again with our photographer chief (cousin Dave) for a week's stint on the Isle of Mull, with camping, birding and playing with a very expensive 400mm lens all in store.

It started well enough, with a fine sunset over our campsite at Killiechronan, at the head of Loch na Keal, where we had a stunning view over the beach and the obliging Whooper Swans, Curlew and other waders.

We woke to the dark skies and on-and-off rain that would accompany us for the rest of the week but, more importantly, two White-tailed Eagles were sat quietly on the beach - as they would be on the next two mornings as well. We also had fantastic views of them in flight around the head of the loch and perched in the tops of nearby conifers; there are several roadside pull-offs where you can stop to scan for the birds.

The weather rapidly deteriorated, with gale force winds and driving rain leading to dripping wet camera gear, soaked clothes and a tent pole snapping like a dry twig at 5am...so the following day we relocated to the fixed (and heated!) tents at The Shielings in Craignure. This was a great spot, overlooking the coast, and a with two minute walk we could sit and scan the sea and shoreline for passing seabirds, migrants and otters, with some success. We had good views of Red-throated Diver, passing Guillemots and superb views of flying and diving Shags and Cormorants. The resident Otter was also rather curious of us and showed on two days on shoreline rocks within ten metres, as well as giving longer-range views swimming and feeding.

Eas Fors waterfall: the lower falls plummet 100 feet onto the beach

After a couple of wet days exploring some of the local sights, we had some decent weather in the north of the island and out on the Isle of Iona. From the Iona ferry we spotted a small group of Barnacle Geese flying south and later located a single at Fidden.

We explored Grasspoint on a couple of occasions to watch and photograph the rutting Red Deer; the stag was extremely vocal (in fact, the whole island echoed to the sound of bellowing stags!) and he had a large group of perhaps 30 hinds. This area is Buzzard central and we also enjoyed watching a hunting female Hen Harrier.

Loch Don was perhaps the biggest surprise of the week; it hadn't turned up much in the pre-trip research but this very tidal sea loch is superb for waders, gulls and duck with the added bonus of a large raptor roost. We visited only shortly before dusk on our last night but had Turnstone, Ringed Plover, Curlew, Goldeneye and Goosander; this will be first stop next time. The roost had up to 13 Hen Harriers in the week we were there.

All in all a superb trip, despite the weather, and the island definitely lived up to its reputation as one of the UK's top wildlife destinations; we'll be back in the spring, for sure.

Virginia Water, Windsor Great Park, July 2011

Mute Swan

After getting to know Windsor Great Park over the last year, I'd been keen to visit the beautiful lake of Virginia Water. With Heather horse riding in the park tonight, and with the weather looking good, I took the chance to explore.

Virginia Water is part of the The Royal Landscape (map here), one thousand acres of landscaped gardens at the south end of Windsor Great Park comprising Savill Garden (paid entry), Valley Gardens and Virginia Water, the latter being the most informal area. Dammed in 1753, the lake was the largest man-made water body in England until large reservoirs began to be created. The surrounding woodland was planted when the lake was created and is now a mature habitat, with the areas to the south and west part of the Windsor Forest and Great Park SSSI (Site of Special Scientific Interest), mainly for the veteran trees.

Looking south along the eastern side of Virgina Water

I decided to try the Virginia Water entrance, off the A30 near Wentworth, as it's the shortest walk to the lake itself. With the car park shutting for the evening as I arrived - the park itself is open from dawn until dusk - I parked in a layby approximately 200m north of the entrance. Even at nearly 7pm, the area around the park entrance was quite busy, but after a few minutes walk it appeared that most groups weren't venturing much beyond the first viewpoint over the lake. The light was beautiful - I was enjoying concentrating on the photography rather than the birds for once - and promised a lovely sunset.

Looking north on Virginia Water's most easterly arm, towards Wick Pond

Sweet Chestnut

After reaching as far as Wick Pond, I walked in the easterly fringes of the Valley Gardens. This 250 acre area is a beautifully landscaped and planted woodland garden, with extensive shrub beds and grassy clearings amongst the trees, where flowers carpet the forest floor. It's an enjoyable walk and a fine area to photograph.

Valley Gardens, The Royal Landscape, Windsor Great Park

(photo by Wendy Cutler via Creative Commons)

With the sun starting to set behind the trees, I quickly headed back to the viewpoint near the Virgina Water car park, from where you can look west down the entire length of the lake: perfect for sunset shots! The area was pretty deserted now so I had only the odd walker to share a stunning sundown with.

Whilst concentrating hard on the camera and the beautiful scene unfolding before me, an equally beautiful Mute Swan crept up on me to investigate my camera bag - allowing me to take the portrait at the top of the post at extremely close quarters! Finding no food and scared by the rather large camera lens, he made a sharpish exit and swam away...allowing me to catch a shot of him bathed in the sunlight.

Mute Swan

An enjoyable couple of hours - and no doubt just the first visit of many.

Norfolk, October 2010 (3): Wells Wood, Warham Greens & Kelling

Wells-next-the-sea beach, October 2010

It'd been a few years since I'd been to the eastern end of Wells Woods, and I was genuinely excited about being there again on this beautiful, sunny autumn morning. I paused in the partly flooded quayside car park in Wells town centre, along the B1105, to look at the high tide in the harbour and enjoy the hustle and bustle of this still busy small port: although the open sea is over a mile from the harbour now, due to silting over the last two centuries, the quayside is still a hive of activity.

Before long, I was heading north on the Beach Road and parking in the large car park between the lifeboat station and holiday park. I've always found the path network here a bit of a maze, never going there enough to get to know it, and on this occasion I headed east, out the far end of the car park, past the boating lake and into the woodland.

Wells Woods

The pine woodland here - part of the Holkham National Nature Reserve - is a beautiful walk, set just behind the beach on a sandy ridge, and it's also a well- known spot for finding migrant birds on passage through the UK. The previous days had seen Yellow-browed Warbler, Ring Ouzel and Firecrest all found here, and I was hopeful of seeing some or all of the above. The birdlife was certainly lively this morning, enjoying the warmth, and Chaffinches, Blue Tits, Great Tits, Blackbird, Robin were aplenty.

After a half-hour's strolling, watching and listening, I took the raised boardwalk path to the beach itself. The sun was glorious and the beach was reasonably busy with couples and families enjoying the Sunday sun. The beach huts themselves here are worth a visit!
Beach hut, Wells-next-the-sea beach

The tide was receding now, leaving channels, sand banks and dune islands behind (see left). Across the edge of these, in mixed groups, were strung around 300 Oystercatcher, maybe 100 Sanderling and the same number of Ringed Plover, 80 Dunlin and 40 Grey Plover.

Wells-next-the-sea beach, October 2010

After a half-hour walk eastwards along the beach, I reached a pathway back into the woods and wandered casually back through the pines towards the car park. In a clearing near the toilet block, I came across a female Redstart and a Treecreeper, and, on the pathway back to the car park, Goldcrests and a Coal Tit flitted non-stop amongst a group of birches and berry bushes.

With nowhere particular to be and barely a cloud in the sky, I didn't want to spend long in the car. Heading east from Wells on the A149, I stopped after just a mile and a half at Warham Greens, an area of saltmarsh backed by farmland, hedges and an old quarry. Whilst best known for its winter raptor roost - Hen Harriers come in daily, Merlins are frequent visitors and you can regularly get good views of Short-eared Owl and Peregrine - the site is also a good area for migrants, especially in autumn. With a Radde's Warbler recorded the day before, I decided to explore the site for the first time.

The car park takes four or five cars and is located down a rough surfaced track called Garden Drove (turn off at TF944427), opposite the access drive to Northgate Hall Farm. If you're not sure about the track, there are are a couple of spaces on the main road just next to the entrance.
Looking north from the car park

I walked up the track towards the marshes, scanning the hedges and scrub for birds. Three Redwings were feeding on berries, three Goldfinches on teasel and a flock of eight Linnets were flitting around. It's a pleasant spot and one to check when passing.

From Warham Greens towards Wells-next-the-sea

Farmland around Kelling Quags 

Enjoying exploring new places, I headed further east along the coast to Kelling Quags, an area of water meadow, open water and farmland with hedges between Kelling village and the coast.

From the car park - which is situated on the north side of the A149 in the village centre at TG094429, just 30m east of the junction with The Street - there is also a beautiful 500m walk along a hedgelined farm track called Meadow Lane (see left) to the site's southern boundary, and these hedges are worth watching closely for finches, warblers and thrushes. On this beautiful October lunchtime, Robins, two Chiffchaffs, two Linnet and two Mistle Thrushes kept me company. In the fields on the west side of the track, a Stock Dove was amongst a large group of feeding Woodpigeons and Rooks.




On reaching the reserve itself. I continued on the western boundary path, past the pool and the junction with cross path heading east, to the gorse thickets near the north-west corner. A Barred Warbler had been showing here intermittantly over the last few days and I put in an hour of staring at the dense gorse in the hope of him flitting between the different mounds but succeeded only in seeing a male Blackcap, two Goldcrests and a Robin. Still, it was hardly a hardship on such a gorgeous day and I happily wandered back along the lane in the sun. This is a lovely walk and reserve, and the beach is close by for a spot of seawatching too. With Suffolk my destination for the night and the next day, the Isabelline Wheatear that pitched up that afternoon at Lowestoft was a neat stop-off and a first for me and I headed for Southwold and a pint of Adnams a happy man.

Norfolk, October 2010 (2): Cley, Stiffkey, Salthouse & Blakeney

Binham Priory, Norfolk

After missing the B1156 turning to Cley at Langham and deciding to just go with the detour, the sight of Binham Priory on Warham Road made me stop for a quick look. Among the most complete and impressive ruins of a Benedictine priory in Norfolk, the sites dates from the early 12th century and it's worth a stop for a walk amongst the old walls, with no entrance charge. The nave still acts as the local parish church and is on a grand scale, as its height in the photo above shows.

Cley Next The Sea is world famous for two reasons: its picturesque windmill, which is a well-known landmark that adorns many a painting or calendar and is now a stylish B&B, and Cley Marshes, a Norfolk Wildlife Trust (NWT) reserve that is one of the best places in the world for birdwatching and a beautiful part of the Norfolk Coastal Path. Having said that, this picture postcard village itself is unmissable, with its narrow streets, magnificent church, art galleries, deli and one of my favourite pubs in The George.

Cley Marshes, from the Avocet hide

The marshes has a fantastic, modern visitor centre and this is always first call, both to buy a reserve pass (£4) and find out what's out on the reserve. With breakfast a distant memory, I also took advantage for the first time of the café and enjoyed a sandwich and pastry looking out the panoramic window over the nearest pools to the coast.

With no particular goal in mind, I strolled out to the nearest hides and enjoyed an hour watching typical birds for the season. Black-tailed Godwits, Ruff, Lapwing, Dunlin, Ringed Plover, Snipe and Avocets waded amongst Wigeon, Teal, Gadwall, Shelduck, Shoveler and a solitary Pintail. Simmond's Scrape from the Dawke's Hide.

Photographing the godwits from the Avocet hide, thoughts started to turn towards finding some accommodation for the night. However, a Stoat suddenly appeared, just a couple of metres from the hide! Stunned, I am ashamed to say I didn't get off one capture before he disappeared again into the long grass. Within a moment or two, he reappeared and promptly spent the next few minutes hunting up and down a nearby fenceline but not getting within photo range again. Shucks. Returning to the car, two Marsh Harriers were gliding over the reedbed, a small flock of Meadow Pipits flew over and a Stonechat watched me pass from a nearby fencepost.

With news coming through of an Olive-backed Pipit on Stiffkey Marsh, I was soon parking up on Greenways lane and walking out 800m across the marsh (see left) to the Stiffkey Meals, on the edge of the saltings. There were some thrills and spills in the deep tidal creeks and mud! Frankly, wellies are essential (and I didn't have any).

Out on the Meals, the Pipit was showing intermittantly but more fun was searching the gorse strip (see left, looking back towards Stiffkey) for migrants. We found Robins, Goldcrests and a Redstart before finally a Yellow-browed Warbler - which had been calling constantly - gave good views.

There are some great walks at Stiffkey, either from the National Trust car park on Greenways lane (can also park at the south end of the lane if you don't mind a longer walk) or from the layby on the A149, although there is little option for a circular route. Do keep to the footpaths in this area - or you can be quickly up to your thighs in mud! The car park is a great place to watch raptors combing the marsh in winter and the small, stunted woodland running west from here is also a good place for migrants in spring and autumn.

With daylight fading, I headed back west along the coast to Salthouse, a favourite stop of mine. The car park here (TG081442) is right on the beach and less busy than Cley. It's a reasonably reliable place for Snow Buntings in winter (I saw my first here) and excellent for Little Tern in the summer. The shingle ridge is perfect for seawatching or a bracing tramp east along the beach to Gramborough Hill, where a Romano-British settlement once stood, now a great viewpoint 30m above the surrounding area. Behind the shingle ridge is a series of wet meadows, essentially an extension of Cley Marshes to the east and indeed also managed by the NWT.

Looking south west from Saltmarsh beach car park towards the village

Today, there were more people than birds - tonight's tide was to be the highest of the autumn and there were many groups fishing along the beach. A Wheatear and Brambling were flitting between the meadow and the shingle, and a couple of Common Gulls were amongst the Black-headed Gulls gliding past.

With dusk, I set about the Blackberry to find somewhere to stay and took a room at a very reasonable rate at the Blakeney Manor Hotel. The en-suite room was on a single-storey courtyard development adjacent to the main hotel and, whilst basic, was fine for £45 and a night on my own. A pint of bitter at the bar was less than great but I'd already decided to spend the evening elsewhere. Checking out early the following morning did prove more of a hassle, with no-one manning reception before or during breakfast.

The Blakeney Manor Hotel: cheap and cheerful-ish;

the courtyard area is pictured below

For dinner, I headed along the quay to the White Horse, sister pub to The George at Cley - and, I must say, at least it's equal. The pub was packed full and the owner hoped he could squeeze me in to a table later. So, I sampled the ales - all excellent, Adnams and a local micro-brewery - and tried a glass or two of red, whilst reading a good book. After an hour and a bit, the owner beckoned me to a table for two and I ordered the ribeye steam, medium rare, and excellent is was too, especially with a glass of Argentinian Malbec. It's not a cheap place, but if back this way with the other half, I will try to stay here first.

After the White Horse, I strolled a little further up the road to try out the Kings Arms, an authentic, traditional Norfolk pub that dates back to the 17th century. Immediately recognisable due to its red pantiled roof adorned with "FH • 1760" in large letters, the interior is just as unique and the beer well kept. Definitely worth stopping in to slake your thirst and admire how pubs used to be.

The following morning, after negotiating check-out from the Blakeney Manor Hotel, I walked outside to a day as bright and beautiful as the previous one was grey. The tide was indeed high (see left) and local people and visitors were enjoying the weather and the view, strolling north along the seaward paths or taking to their boats.

After a few minutes of the air and sun, I took to the car, another day of walking and birding ahead.

Boats off Blakeney Quay at high tide, October 2010

Norfolk, October 2010 (1): Welney WWT & Lynford Arboretum

With some great birds around, good weather in store and the missus away with work, I took the opportunity for a few days exploring Norfolk and Suffolk. Being on my own, I decided to follow wherever the road, weather and birds took me, with no planning, just to make things a little more interesting...

Main lagoon, Welney WWT reserve

Leaving west London at 2.30pm, first stop was at WWT's Welney reserve, 26 miles (42km) north of Cambridge. A Wilson's Phalarope had been around for a few days and it made a perfect pit-stop en route to the north coast. Unfortunately, a road closure meant I only scraped into the reserve at last entry, 4.30pm, with just a half-hour to see the Wilson's...and he was nowhere in sight! A Pectoral Sandpiper was on the nearest spit and a male Sparrowhawk, perched inside some scrub, gave great views through the scope, but was scant consolation. After a rather glum walk back to the car, I decided to stay in the area overnight rather than head out to the coast, in the hope he would be back the following morning.

Foraging Hawfinch, photo by potarou under Creative Commons licence

With Welney not opening until 9.30am the next day, I thought a morning visit to Lynford Arboretum would give me a chance to catch up with a secretive and uncommon bird...the Hawfinch. I'd eaten at the Crown Hotel in Mundford before and luckily they had a room going spare; the bar was lively, the beer good and dinner delicious...breakfast was even better, with everything cooked to order, and this will definitely be somewhere I'll stay again.

Under a very overcast sky, I made it out to Lynford for 8.30am, a little later than intended. I've stopped off at the arboretum three or four times on the way to the coast and, whilst yet to bump into any Hawfinches, the trees and peaceful atmosphere of this former part of the Lynford Hall estate never fail to inspire, even on a grey day.


This day was no different...including the complete lack of any sight or sound of a Hawfinch! But the time of year wasn't perfect - Lynford remains one of the best sites in eastern England for this engaging species between late November and April, even if not in the same numbers as a few years ago. For the best viewing, walk south from the main car park (TL 822943) through the arboretum, cross the bridge over the lake and, keeping your ears open for the distinctive 'pix' call, carefully check the Hornbeams and Hawthorns in the large paddock on your right. You can do a circular walk around the paddock and back to the arboretum. In addition, it's a good site for Lesser Spotted Woodpecker and Firecrest.

Still, a party of Long-tailed Tits and some rattling Mistle Thrushes kept me entertained until a light rain sent me back to the car and onward to Welney.

Arches, Lynford Arboretum

Back at Welney, the first winter Wilson's Phalarope was playing nicely and showing well and I watched with a few other birders in the comfort of the main hide (see left). The bird was feeding frantically on the main lagoon, with great views through the scope, head going up and down like a knitting machine!

Welney has become one of my favourite sites over the last couple of years (see post on a previous visit) - it's a peacful spot with great views, a modern visitor centre and café, it doesn't have the captive bird collections of other WWT sites and the winter assemblage of birds is impressive to birders and non-birders alike. Despite somewhat wanting to get away to the coast, it was a pleasure to sit and watch the waders and wildfowl go about their morning business. And I was glad I did - after about an hour, a couple of Common Cranes dropped in and gave decent if distant views. This is an occasional occurrence at Welney and a welcome one for me - although I've watched cranes extensively in France, these were my first UK birds.

Wilson's Phalarope: first winter plumage (left) by Amy McAndrews and

summer pluamge (right) by Dominic Sherony, both under Creative Commons

With the Cranes regally surveying the reserve, the Phalarope still pecking away and a Little Stint showing well, I reluctantly tore myself away and headed for the north coast.